Ne Wark
Tune= Pretty Polly Perkins

Aw's weary, aw's  wretched aw wander forlorn,
Aw sigh for the neet, an' then wish for the morn;
For neet brings ne cumfort an' morn little mair,
I' byeth mind an' body aw's worn oot an' sair

Chorus:
What wretchdenenss, what misery,
Thor's ne on can tell,
Except them that's been oot o' wark, like me-sel.

Aw wander te places, an' try te get wark,
Where Call back agyen is the foreman's remark;
Thus hopless an' cheerless aw pass mony a day,
Tho the pay-week cums roond-it te me brings ne pay.

Ne wark yit!--heart broken aw bend me ways hyem,
Ne wark yit !--te tell them aw really think shem;
For dependence is painful, tho it's on yor awn,
Tho the cumfort an' cheer ye they try a' they can.

Thor's nyen can imagine the angwish aw feel
When aw sit doon at hyem to maw poor humble meal
Each bite seems te chowk us,--the day seems full lang,
An' a that aw de, whey aw feel tho 'twas rang.
Me fether lucks dull, tho he strives te luck glad,
An' tells us it's nowt te the trubbils he's had;
Me muther smiles kindly, tho sad like the rest,
She whipors, Cheer up lad, an' hopefor the best!

It cannet last always!-- aw hope afore lang
Wi' wark aw'll be freed frae sad poverty's pang;
For withoot it hyem's dreery,--the fire's bright spark
Turns gloomy an' dim when at hyem thor's Ne Wark.
 Joe Wilson